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Chapter 3

Virat's pov

First of all that bitch dared to blackmail me with a child and now this lowlife. I was already angry as I had to abort her baby forcefully. Then she stepped in front of my car and insulted me. How dare that lowlife insult me? She damaged my car. It was my favourite one. She is going to regret this. I will take my revenge. I am one of the richest business man in this city and she dared to insult me. I called my secretary.

"Saransh, I want information on that girl."

"Which girl ?" Saransh didn't know about the incident.

"Track the CCTV in XYZ street and find that girl's information. I need it till tomorrow or you are fired." I said in anger.

"Yes, Sir. Sir , today you are invited to this college annual function. You are an alumni of this college. It will be good for publicity and the students will also get motivated."

"Okay. I will attend this program." I told him.

I entered the college. I have completed my graduation from this college. A girl came with a bouquet to welcome me. I tried to look at her face but she was hiding her face with the bouquet. Something was fishy. Finally she handed me the bouquet and said ,"Welcome to our college, Sir." I knew that voice. That voice belonged to the girl who insulted me yesterday. I was enraged but maintained a forced smile and accepted the bouquet. She was afraid. I could sense her fear and smirked. She also gave me an awkward smile and went away. The principal accompanied me towards my seat. The program began. It was really nice to see the new blooming faces in the college. At one point of time , I was in their place. Soon there was an announcement.

"Now I welcome Arohi , Mansi and Shreya on the stage with their wonderful dance performance. "

Three girls entered the stage with their faces covered with a dupatta (scarf) after some dance steps they revealed their face. And one of them was that girl who insulted me. I didn't notice her attire when she welcomed me with a bouquet. She wore a saree .I was mesmerized by her dance . That saree revealed a small portion of her sexy waist. She was dancing when her eyes locked on me sitting in the audience. She was caught up for a moment and resumed dancing. I was so busy staring at her that I didn't realise when her performance had ended. After a few other performances, I was called upon the stage to share my thoughts and motivate the students.

"Hello everyone, At one point of my time, I was sitting in your seat in this college. I won't take much of your time........ Just focus on your dreams. Don't be distracted. Success will be at your feet. You are the future of our nation. I wish you all the best ."

As I completed my speech , I saw her in the audience. She avoided my gaze and moved towards the backstage. I was searching for her in the corridor when I saw her . I grabbed her by her waist and pulled her in a nearby storeroom. I put a hand on her mouth when she was about to scream. Her back touched my chest. I moved her hair to her front and saw her backless blouse. That sexy mole on her shoulder. I felt like kissing it. She was struggling in my hold when I kissed the mole and held her tighter. She still hasn't seen my face. I wanted to leave my mark on her so I bit her shoulder hard and left a love bite on it. I wanted to confront her but I controlled myself. I pushed her in a corner and left the room.

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Arohi's pov

It was annual function of the college and the seniors asked the freshers to perform on this day. So I and my roomates decided to dance on annual function. The principal asked Shruti to welcome the main Chief Guest of the event. I have heard that he's alumini of this college. He is very known and influential businessman. His name is something like Vi...Ver...Shah.

The day of the function arrived. The Chief Guest had arrived. Shruti was going to welcome him with a bouquet when her saree slipped . Thankfully, only I and Mansi were in the room. The announcement was made to give him a bouquet. She requested me to go on her behalf and Mansi will help her with her saree . So I agreed. I took the bouquet and went there and was shocked to see him. He was the same man with whom I argued yesterday. That Mr.Richie rich.... I didn't want to face him so I hid my face with the bouquet and went towards him. I gave him the bouquet and said, "Welcome to the college, Sir." He seemed to recognise my voice and looked shocked. I just prayed that he forget me but seems like luck was not on my side. He recognised me and smirked. I gave an awkward smile and ran away from there.

When I reached the backstage, Shruti was already dressed and ready. I was nervous for my performance. Shruti and Mansi cheered me. Soon we were called on the stage for the performance. We began to dance when I felt a burning stare on me and I saw that man seated in the front seat. He was staring at me like a creep. I continued with my performance and joined the audience to see the function. That man was called on the stage to give the speech. I realised that his name was Virat Shah. I was really impressed by his thoughts. They were really motivational for the new youth. His gaze locked with mine and I looked away. I went backstage to change my saree. Someone grabbed me by my waist and pulled me in the storeroom. I tried to scream but he put his palm on my mouth. I tried to escape his hold but he tightened his grip on my waist. I could smell his rich cologne. He moved my hair to my front and I felt his disgusting lips on my shoulder. He bit me on my shoulder. A tear of helplessness and pain escaped my eye. He pushed me in a corner and left the room. I opened the door and ran outside but I couldn't recognise him.

I reached the hostel and entered the bathroom and sat under the shower. I scrubbed my body hard to remove this disgusting touch. God, what is happening in my life ? First that man and now this molestation...  I hope that I don't meet any of those men ever again. How much more do I have to suffer?

I didn't know that this was the beginning of my sufferings.

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